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Makenzie listened quietly. At this moment, even though she did not understand her father's mistake when he was young, she still wanted to ask. "Dad, do you love my mom?" Intense emotions immediately surged in Matthias's eyes, and he nodded without hesitation, "Your mother was my most beloved person. Even if I had a family with Amirah, no one can replace your mother in my heart." Cassius was an outsider, he naturally couldn't say anything, but Matthias married Amirah later, it was completely responsible! This was how a man bore the consequences of his mistakes.

It was a search engine with the following tags: mom, son, and submission. I clicked on the search button and was surprised to find 313 stories come up with those key words. I read a few of them, my pussy again on fire, and came to realize the three things he wanted the most: his Mom, in stockings, serving as his personal plaything. This knowledge should have appalled me, yet instead all I could think about was the wonderful prospect of my long dormant sexual needs being met like they hadn't been since my Jake, Michael's father, had died. I fingered myself to orgasm while fantasizing about my son becoming the dominant lover I'd been craving for so long. After another great orgasm washed throu

" I informed him that I will meet him soon. After that, I cut the call. I just hope that Haniya is fine. At Night Author's p.o.v Meher and her son Mehrab is lying on the bed. Mehrab is snuggling to his mother's chest tightly. Meher is stroking his baby hairs affectionately. Right now, Mehrab is listening to stories from his mother. He is very engrossed in the story. " That's how the little boy met his mother," Meher completed the story and Mehrab just giggled. Then, he started nagging," Mamma, me tell other story, piz(Mamma, tell me another story, please). " I will tell you another story tomorrow. Now, be a good boy and close your eyes," Meher said to her naughty boy who is now pouting and n

I snapped at my mother. “You do not understand Maria, she is not the saint she claims to be, just listen to me please” my mother said. “Sharon either you have a conversation with me like a civilized person or I have a discussion with our dear Maria here about the events of the past, I am sure she will love to hear all about it” Dr. Carter said from behind me. “Go ahead and do it then” my mother snapped. “Are you about that? Do you really want to know about the true history between you and Micheal Dupree?” She asked.

"Because of what you did, my son was ostracized at school today, and I'm getting dirty looks too." Cynthia poked her finger hard into my chest, emphasizing every single word. "Daniel, don't forget that we weren't even married back then. If anyone is the homewrecker here, it's you." Her words stabbed like a knife to my heart. But she was the one who had cheated. A profound wave of exhaustion washed over me. I said quietly, "I don't know how that rumor started. It had nothing to do with me." Just as the words left my mouth, my phone vibrated violently in my pocket.

“Liam is your stepfather! He is my husband! He belongs to me, and you went out there and stole him from my own bed without a single shred of dignity or shame!” “No! That’s not true!” I cried out, the tears finally spilling freely down my cheeks. My knees began to shake so badly I could barely stand under the weight of her accusations. “It’s the bond, Mother! He is my mate! I didn't want this to happen, I didn't try to take him from you!”

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.

But the bet somehow solved a problem. Ruin Lena’s perfect little family before it could sink its claws into mine. Seduce her precious daughter, shatter her, expose it all. Prove to my father that these women were exactly what I knew them to be......liars, cheats, opportunists. Just like my mother, spreading her legs for another man while pretending to love us, producing a bastard child on the side and expecting me to swallow the betrayal with a smile.

He became the star of the entire school. Judy bragged endlessly that her son was a genius. Our parents couldn't hide their pride either. Even Ronald—already cheating on my sister by then—sang his praises. "He's my son, alright. He's basically a genius." His marriage to my sister was already an empty shell, held together only by this "genius" child. My foolish sister had no idea that the husband she treasured so dearly already had an illegitimate son with another woman.

“I’m not going to waste it.” My mother’s words. In his voice. I pressed my hands flat against his chest. I felt his heart. Not the calm managed heart of the assembled version. The other one. The real one, doing the thing that hearts did when they had been not-doing-the-thing for a very long time and had finally been allowed. I looked up at him. “Okay,” I said. “Okay,” he said. And from the sitting room, through the wall, my mother’s voice saying something and Jennifer’s laugh answering and the champagne doing what champagne did at birthdays which was make things warm and present and exactly what they were.